Chapter 18 - I TRY TO END EVERYTHING
After reading the revocation, I called an emergency family meeting.
My first sentence:
“The council is dissolved.”
Leah, my lawyer, turned slowly.
She had warned me not to do this.
Constance was under temporary no-contact restrictions and did not attend.
Twenty-two relatives did.
My cousin Marco asked:
“Can you dissolve it?”
“Yes.”
Leah said:
“No.”
Everyone looked at her.
I glared.
She continued:
“Lorenzo can stop participating. He can withdraw any use of property or staff he controls. The council itself is an informal association. Adults may still meet if they choose.”
I hated precision.
“So meet. Call it something else.”
Marco said:
“Why?”
“Because my father ended it.”
My sister Claudia raised one hand.
“Dad ended the idea that the council speaks for everyone. He did not ban relatives from sitting at a table.”
There.
I had turned Anton’s anti-authoritarian final wish into my own order.
Beautiful.
I sat.
“Fine.”
We created a temporary working group.
Voluntary attendance.
No patriarch.
No directives in absent relatives’ names.
No child discipline policy.
No security instructions unless issued by actual property/security authority.
Boring.
Correct.
Constance’s critics wanted her photographs removed from the family foundation lobby.
I refused.
“She did the work shown in those photos.”
Truth.
“She also did this.”
May you like
Truth too.
History did not need airbrushing.
